Chapter 7 Ryan
RYAN
When I wake again, sunlight peeps through the window, and Rose sits on the side of the bed.
She’s pulled a t-shirt on, but it does nothing to hide her curvy figure.
She has the room service menu open on her lap, studying it.
With the sunlight catching her hair, she looks like a nymph perched on a water lily.
As I reach for her, my chest pings with regret that this may be the last time. My hand lands on her thigh, and she glances up.
Her face is streaked with last night’s makeup, and her pixie cut is sticking up at odd angles.
“You hungry?” she asks.
I squeeze her thigh. I want to wash her makeup off, I want to reveal who “Rose” is underneath, and I want to leave her with some happiness, not the sadness that’s snuck back into her eyes.
“I’m hungry for you.”
My hand slides up her thigh and finds the edge of her panties. She swats me away with the menu, but she’s grinning.
“I need to eat first.”
I pull her onto the bed, and she squeals as my arms wrap around her. “I’ll eat you.” I make a show of pretending to munch on her like a monster, and she squeals and wriggles away from me.
She scoots up to the top of the bed where the pillows are and holds the menu out like a shield. “I’m ordering room service first.” Picking up the phone, she holds the receiver up like a threat.
I grab hold of one of her ankles, and she squeals. “And after…?”
“And after”—she dials the number for room service and holds the phone to her ear—“you can do what you like to me.”
I raise an eyebrow at her as I grab hold of her other ankle. Her eyes go wide when I pull her legs apart.
“This is Room 707. I’d like to order breakfast.”
As she speaks, I climb up the bed, sliding my palms up her legs and pushing them further apart the closer I get to her center.
She swats at me with the menu, but I keep my palms on her soft thighs. My head dips between her legs, and she sucks in a breath as I scratch my beard against her soft skin.
“I’ll have the pancakes and…”
Her words turn breathless as I nip at her creamy thighs. I take the edge of her panties in my teeth and tug them aside. Rose gasps, and I hear the faint murmur of the person on the other end of the line.
“What do you want?” she asks me, her voice coming out in a breathy whisper.
I lift my head just enough to answer, “Pancakes,” before dipping between her thighs.
“Make that two.”
The two comes out as a squeal as my tongue sinks into her pussy. My tongue presses against her nice and slow, and I love the way she strains to keep it together.
“And a pot of coffee.”
She’s breathing hard into the phone, and I slide a finger inside, making her moan the word coffee. She’s given up trying to bat me away. Instead, she closes her eyes and murmurs a sultry thank you before hanging up the phone and surrendering to me.
Her thighs fall open, and her body leans against the headboard. Her hands tangle in my hair as I draw her to a climax. Afterward, while she’s still trembling, I scoop her into my arms and take her into the bathroom.
“Oh my god.” Rose barks out a laugh when she sees herself in the mirror. “Why didn’t you tell me about my face?”
I chuckle. “It’s a nice face.”
“Nice? I look like I’ve melted overnight.”
While I turn the shower on hot, she gets wipes from her bag and rubs at the streaks of makeup. Slowly, as each layer is removed, her pale, smooth skin is revealed.
“Here, let me.”
I pull a wipe from the packet and take her chin in my palm. She tilts her face to me, and I dab the wipe over her cheek.
“You have to be more forceful than that. You’re removing armor.”
The use of the word armor isn’t lost on me, and I wonder what she’s shielding herself from.
This time, I press harder when I swipe at her cheek, and the wipe comes away with pale foundation. I tilt her chin to the side and work on her temple, carefully moving around to the skin under her eyes.
By the time I’m finished, the wipe is covered in brown gunk, and before me is a shiny pale woman whom I barely recognize.
“Hello,” I whisper.
“Hello,” she whispers back.
The bathroom is nice and steamy, and I take her hand and lead her into the oversized hotel shower.
It’s big enough for two, and we take turns soaping each other down.
I’m hard within moments with a naked Rose running her hands over me. She drops to her knees and peers up at me with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
Her hand wraps around me as she takes me into her mouth. I lean back and let her do what she wants with me. Her mouth moves awkwardly, and her teeth graze my sensitive skin. I wonder again how experienced Rose is. But even so, it feels too damn good to stop.
My hands wrap around the back of her head, and I guide her to take me deeper down her throat. She sucks and licks and tugs until the pressure builds. When I try to pull away, she keeps me firmly locked in her mouth. Her gaze meets mine with a determined glint.
I surrender to her. I surrender to her mouth and let the pressure build until I release in thick ropes of pleasure down her throat.
I’m gasping, leaning against the tiles of the bathroom when there’s a knock on the door.
Rose pops me out of her mouth and wipes the side of her lips.
“That will be breakfast.”
She throws a bathrobe around her and heads out of the bathroom, leaving me panting in the shower.
My head spins, and I wonder how I can be so insatiable for this woman.
I finish in the shower and dry myself off with a fluffy white towel. My clothes are in the main room, and I pick up my rumpled jeans and yesterday’s underpants.
My phone falls out of my pocket and onto the floor. I’ve been so caught up in our little world I haven’t checked it since we got to the hotel room last night.
There’s a text from Hudson, my best buddy on the SEALs team and the only one I’ve been in touch with since I’ve been on leave.
I won’t be on base when you get back. Family stuff going on.
I run a hand down my face. I was looking forward to seeing him and working together again.
Everything okay?
He messages back.
Will tell you when we speak. Hope you’re doing okay.
“Everything okay?”
I glance up, and Rose is sitting on the bed in her a bathrobe, her wet hair dripping onto the sheets.
The tray with our breakfast sits on the bed before her.
She looks different without her armor—vulnerable and open.
My chest squeezes. I know next to nothing about this woman who I shared the night with, apart from her favorite pizza topping and that she doesn’t hold back when she comes.
Her squeals and moans will haunt me for days. But I don’t want to leave her. Not yet.
“I wish I didn’t have to go.” I voice the thought out loud.
She frowns. “You don’t want to be deployed?”
I drop my phone on the pile of yesterday’s clothes and sit next to her on the bed. “I don’t want to leave you yet.”
I run my fingers up her thigh, and the tiny hairs on the tops of her legs rise. “I’d like another night together.”
I wonder if she realizes how unusual this is, for the sex to be this good. I’ve never experienced anything like it in my life. We have a real connection, and it’s not just physical. She’s funny and bold, and if I weren’t deploying in two days, I’d want to see her again.
She leans forward, and her robe falls open, revealing heavy breasts with peaked nipples. “I could delay my plans by another day.”
My fingers slide under her robe as my heart quickens. “We could spend another night in the hotel.”
It beats hanging around the base waiting for deployment. My bags are packed, and I’m ready to ship out as soon as the order comes down tomorrow.
She bites her lower lip, hesitating. And suddenly I want this so badly I’ll do anything to convince her to spend another night with me.
“I’ll pay for the additional night.”
Her expression darkens, and I realize I’ve said the wrong thing. The last thing I want Rose to think is that I’m buying her time.
“It’s only fair,” I say. “You paid for last night. I’ll pay for tonight.” My fingers continue up her thigh, and she sucks in her breath. “It makes it equal.”
“Equal,” she murmurs as my finger reaches the apex of her thighs.
“You’d better call reception and let them know.” My lips turn up in a grin as she picks up the phone.